When I got back, I didn't see anything under the snow.

The door to her room was tightly closed, as if to tell me that she didn't want to communicate. I guess that's what she was trying to say. So I didn't make any unnecessary moves, but just opened my own door.

“…… It feels like there's a gap. ”

Facing the living room, which gradually warmed up after pressing the switch, I suddenly felt a wave of tiredness, and I was still on the white sofa, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

It is the so-called contrast that can distinguish between high and low. Looking at the bright furnishings in the room, I originally thought that the environment was very bad, and after comparing it with the quiet and empty style under the snow, I actually felt that this place was unusually warm.

Only by comparing the suffering of others can you feel your own happiness. A sudden feeling of guilt made my chest feel a little tight.

"It's like scum."

Looking at the ceiling without any stains, I let out a long sigh.

Snow under Yukino, she doesn't like me.

This has been a thing since a very early time, even two years ago, when we had no contact with each other.

She hates me.

Not for the individual, but for my survival attitude.

In terms of personality, behavior, and thought, she completely dislikes me.

Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to say that she hates me like this.

Obviously he was able to escape, he already had the strength to break free from the shackles, he knew everything, he had expected what was destined to happen, but there was no change, he just watched silently, waiting for things to happen.

Nothing was done, nothing was done. Just turning with the tide of the waves, the walking dead, like an empty shell, has no thoughts and wills of its own. The burned remains were undoubtedly an abomination and a shame in her eyes. Because that's what she wants but can't get.

She undoubtedly hated me as much as she hated herself. Hate my thoughts, hate my actions, hate my actions.

And I'm thinking exactly the same as under the snow.

I loathed her.

Obviously has superior family conditions and the road ahead, and obviously has such a perfect qiē, but he blocked his sixteen years of life for some ethereal things. She saw her life as a plan, a product, and a prop for fighting back.

I hate that. I'm disgusted with this anyway. I am myself, and my own things are my own things. Whoever wants to take control of my life and change my original intention, then I will never give in, even at the cost of my life. I don't like to see my own life become someone else's counter-attack, a servant of some kind of will.

We are two sides inside and outside the city, the people outside the city envy the people inside the city, and the people inside the city envy the people outside the city, and the two pathological feelings are intertwined to form a spiral of contradictions.

But that's just the initial idea.

Half a year, get along day and night, and most of the time is at the front and back tables. And because of our personalities, we quarrel a lot more than ordinary people. And it's the same club, the same operating goal, with hostility as a shield, no matter what malice can be vented most straightforwardly.

Half a year has passed, and even a dog will have feelings. What's more, several people get along day and night, chat and quarrel when they have nothing to do, and their feelings for each other are much stronger.

This kind of affection is not love or affection, but a secret friendship.

All three of us are well aware of this.

Yubihama dared to break with our former friends in order for us to dare to break with them, and I would also secretly smear myself to maintain face under the snow. And even under the snow where my heart is like ice crystals, as Shizuni Hiratsuka said, I think my balance is maintained by subtle means.

We've known this for a long time. But generally speaking, what is between men and women is not that in addition to love, is it an unspeakable crush? And we are not the kind of people who dare to act and stand up and pat their chests and say, 'My mother doesn't care about gender'. So our relationship becomes very delicate.

We know each other well, but we don't know each other's thoughts. We have never talked about the future like friends, but we have maintained each other like friends.

For me, for Yubihama, it was a tacit matter because there were several exchanges.

But there was not a single exchange of this kind of communication under the snow.

Just as we don't know what we think under the snow, we don't know what we think under the snow. Like three people in a labyrinth, Yubihama and I are already together, but what do you think under the snow at the other end of the labyrinth?

It's not like or hate, it's just simple, like the atmosphere together. I just like to communicate with others, laugh and talk.

When I realized that I had changed, I felt an extreme distortion of my hatred for myself, for myself, and for the leisure of that life. And under that catalyst, the confession of the male student, with the aftermath of the summer vacation, completely detonated this bomb that was not a bomb in the first place.

"At the end of the day, it's just a girl. Living in such a cold environment every day, maintaining such a resolute appearance, I have already been broken......"

Looking at the unchanging ceiling, I let out a long sigh.

Although it is said to be the goddess of icebergs, the difficulty of the strategy is surprisingly low.

If I'm the kind of warm man who sacrifices himself to become a beautiful woman, I guess I can take advantage of the situation, right? But I still like to be alone. (laughs)

"Okay, I'm still the wicked person, I'll see what Yang Nai's phone number is." Adjusting my sitting position to make myself more comfortable, I took out my phone from my trouser pocket and rummaged through Yono's phone number.

But just as I was rummaging through the phone book, my phone rang suddenly.

“…… Under the snow? ”

Looking at the caller ID, I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

Why are you still calling? Shouldn't she adjust her mentality?

But since someone called, there must be some reason for her, anyway, I'm not in a hurry at this time, it doesn't hurt to listen to it.

With such a dispensable mentality, I lay on the couch and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Is it under the snow? ”